I gave one man something better!
We had close to 500 evacuees come to El Paso. Our family decided to "adopt" one, and I went to the shelter to see who I could find. This after my son watched them on the news, and said, "They're living like they're homeless". Okay, he's 14 and hasn't been through much. I guess the shock and the reality didn't set in for him.
This sweet Creole man I brought home had sent his wife and grandson out of town but had decided to ride out the storm to protect their property. He was born in New Orleans and lived there all of his life, although he has travelled the country as a musician. Poor man was so distraught he couldn't remember the names of any extended family not living in NO. I managed to get the name of his mother-in-law, and from that started combing the lists of evacuees. There are several lists, and it wasn't easy. It would have been a lot quicker if I'd had one list, but I was persistant. I had to drive him back to the shelter last night (they have a curfew), but I kept searching the web until I found the name of his mother-in-law. I wasn't quite sure if it was her, because I didn't know if there were others with the same name (every town I go to has at least 3 with my name). It was late, so as soon as I woke up the next morning I tried calling the number, but it said disconnected. I figured that couldn't be right (who would post a disconnected number looking for a loved one?), so I started looking up directories for the name listed. Turned out the area code was just transposed.
When I called, I found out how worried they'd been about him. Every little thing I told him (we'd fed him barbecued chicken the night before and were bringing him back over for ribs) would be followed by a repeat from his neice, and a huge cheer in the background.
Apparently, his mother-in-law had managed to find family in Baltimore and his wife somehow ended up in Galveston. He was evacuated (couldn't bring his 2 puppies), and wasn't even told where he was going until the plane was in the air. (I guess this had something to do with the evacuees who were told they were being sent to Utah that decided to get off the plane).
Tonight I brought him back to my place and we called his family. His wife told me about a dozen times that she loves me (probably told HIM more times than that that she loves him!), and after a bit of discussion about where to go from here, he relented and decided he'd join her in Galveston. (although he says he never wants to see water again!) We'll see him off, but it's just such a great feeling to be able to help him that little bit.
I'm sure if I hadn't done anything, he'd eventually have found his way back to his family, but it would have taken longer without the miracle of the internet, and a little compassion. His family no longer needs to worry whether he's alive or gone, and he can rest easy knowing that they're found.